Dinner Again 3

But haven’t we all been a fool for redheads at some point? I know I have. I married one, for fucksake.

Prepping for a burn means I’m up way too late doing comics. We’ll be there from Friday to Monday, which is the time slot I usually use to knuckle down and get shit done, both in home maintenance, and comics. So it goes. ENJOY MY SUFFERING! And stuff. Lord, I need another beer, and I haven’t quite killed this 12 pack yet.

Here’s a useful little way to remember a pesky set of homonyms: We reined in (stopped by pulling on reins) our horses when we saw the rain in the Kingdom of Squat, where King Adelbert reigns in (rules) great peace and prosperity.

Are you implying that was a mis-use of ‘reign’? Because it reads just fine with the definition of that spelling. Just sayin’. (Note that Heidi can say it, meaning ‘be in charge of’, Mick can hear it, thinking “be in control of”; and technically, Heidi did not lie to him, thus making the statement true… and would you expect less of Heidi at this point?)

As for falling for redheads… just once? Yeah, I wish I was that smart. I’ve got enough data now to firmly conclude that the fake redheads are even more bat-shit-crazy than the real ones…

Not to chime in being a wordnerd on a comic on the Internet, but I’m going to chime in being a wordnerd on the Internet.

I live with someone who will mispronounce a word without meaning to. It’s the “tip of my tongue, ah to hell with it, the exact definition isn’t important, this word” syndrome. The fact that Heidi is talking about “reining in” – IE, getting the wild horses under control – her desires on the surface also means that as a camgirl who gets off on exhibitions, she probably also “reigns” – as in the definition of ruling a country or people as its monarch, leader, or grand redheaded poobah.

Whether J.Grant takes credit for awesome subtle wordplay or just did it to mess with the people that read his comic strips almost religiously is up for debate. However, in the 10-odd years I’ve been reading his comics, J.Grant has never pulled a Jennie Breeden with the language in his strips (another awesome comic artist, albeit one who has said, multiple times, “I don’t give a flying cat turd about the spelling; if you can understand what I’m trying to say then you get the comic. Shut up already and eat your damn cookies” – or words to that effect).

As far as falling for redheads, I can honestly say that as a member of the redhaired people of the world, this is a total lie, especially since most redheads are not drop-dead gorgeous – of either gender. Most of the time redheads of the world look a hell of a lot like Adam from Mythbusters. Both genders. The redhead fetish comes from the myth of the drop-dead gorgeous redhead chicks that show up in Playboy and other magazines.

Honestly, my personal attraction has always been for little brunettes with the attitude that if something needs to be done, so be it, and that chipping a nail sucks, but waiting around like a helpless female for some big strong guy to do it for you sucks even more. Good thing I married one.

Dude, on behalf of my fellow redheads, I feel I must say…eeeeeexcelleeeent. On behalf of my fellow proofreaders, it’s “rein in” like to slow a horse down, not “reign in” which sounds like it would mean she was queen of the desire kingdom- possibly accurate in the storyline, just not in that word bubble.

He’s not good with it at all; he’s bad at keeping it holstered, he’s not careful where he aims it, and his trigger discipline is questionable at best.

As for redheads, I also married one. She’s like a Mosin-Nagant: can be quite loud; when she goes off, is dangerous to holder, target, and bystanders alike; is perilous to underestimate; and often leaves bruises on my shoulder. (She’s much younger than a Mosin, though. If I didn’t add that point of clarification and she saw this, I’d probably get another bruise on my shoulder.) On the plus side, she’s attractive, trustworthy, feels nice in my hands, and doesn’t go off half-cocked.

…The top handguard tends to come adrift after a dozen or so shots. New barrel bands have been ineffective. I am lobbying for the Finn Trick (tiny screws placed appropriately), but my husband opines that we should hesitate to mar a historical weapon.

Tell him either the Mosin goes topless or you do, but not both–that’ll convince him.

Actually, I agree with him on this one; as I’ve said before, just because they made 37 million Mosins doesn’t mean each one isn’t a piece of history. However, it occurs to me there’s a perfect solution for this: that weapon is the perfect candidate for an Archangel stock. You don’t need to make any permanent changes to the gun, and it would solve the drifting-handguard problem nicely.

I just noticed that she’s even wearing the same dress as the first time. Also, other than the color of Mick’s shirt on the floor and the text of his belated realization, the last frame is identical to before.

Redheads aren’t kryptonite. They’re radioactive: They’re seriously hot, and if you know what you’re about and carefully pay attention to what you’re doing, they’re wonderful. They’ll light you up, keep you warm, and power you through life…

But…
If, on the other hand, you’re ignorant or sloppy… Well, that’s all she wrote for you, bud.

re: redheads’ radioactivity… They’ll fry your ‘nads and give you mutant children? Well, I’ll cop to that. But what about all the latent redheads out there? Being recessive means you don’t know where we may lurk. Mwahahaha…